CELTIC ART: A GIFT OF JOY
It began, seeing the Ardagh chalice in a museum, the
flutter of my soul, the fear I would faint or burst into tears in that crowd of people ...
this object from the distant past touched me where no living mind or heart had ever
ventured.

Why? Being raised as an intellectual, I
began to read...myth, archaeology, analysis; amidst the translation, the speculations of
we who know little, certain things began to stand out, more remembered than learned, but
no questions were really answered.

Then I took a workshop in Celtic Art. The seed has grown
well and never failed me since that time. When I come home from work exhausted, these old
patterns bring me solace and even joy.

Here, in my room, which is both temple and refuge, I draw
and walk with angels. Thus, the springs of vision and poetry are kept clear and I find my
life acceptable.

Again and again, I have blessed the angels who watch over
me, and the Art that is their channel. I am sure that Celtic Art is a gift of joy to last
me all my life long.